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fool of her all this time . Lying and cheating!
It began to pour. Olivia was remotely aware of the pellets hitting her car. “Damn you, Sean Johnson! Damn you for making a fool of me! Oh, my God, oh, my God! Damn it!” she sobbed. “How could he do this to me? Why did he do this to me?”
Over and over she pounded the steering wheel with her fists, which were already tender from the beating she’d given Sean’s bedroom door. She bawled and screamed in an attempt to release the agony, but there was no stopping the painful onslaught. There was a dagger lodged in the pit of her stomach.
“I trusted you!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “I believed in you!” The screams reverberated through the car.
•
Forty-five minutes later , Olivia raised her head from the steering wheel. She removed tissue from her glove compartment. Once she cleaned her nose and face, she started the car and headed home in the pouring rain. She just wanted to get into bed, and when Sean called—because she knew he would—he would find that she had activated the call-block feature on her private line.
She tried her best to stop the incessant flow of tears as she turned onto Miami Lakes Drive. Although she was no longer wailing, tears poured uncontrollably down her cheeks, and she knew she looked like death.
Pulling into the driveway, she pressed the garage door opener. She was relieved to see that her mother’s Cherokee was not there, but prepared to encounter Valerie as she entered the kitchen from the garage.
As luck would have it, Valerie was in the kitchen, taking a slice of pizza from a Papa John’s box. “Hey, where’d you go? I ordered a fully loaded pizza,” said Valerie, not looking at Olivia long enough to notice her distressed state.
“I’m not hungry, Val. I’m turning in early,” replied Olivia in a drained tone. She rushed for the stairs, not giving Valerie enough time to comment.
Secured in her cozy pink room, she let the tears flow freely again. She rushed over to the caller ID, checking to see if Sean had called yet…although she knew he hadn’t, because he would have called her cell phone first.
How come he hasn’t called?
She went over to the stereo and put on a Color Me Bad CD. Then she dragged herself back over to the double doors and flipped the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. Finally, Olivia crawled into bed, curled into a fetal position, and sobbed into her pillow.
Chapter 9
T racy Brooks held her hand in the air and scrutinized her well-manicured nails. Her nail tech, Josie, had polished them in a light, glittery brown, and she was happy with the result. She hadn’t thought she would like the color, but once applied, it was beautiful. It went perfectly with her highlights.
“See? Didn’t I tell you this color would work?” said Josie with a smug grin on her face.
“Thanks, Josie. It’s an excellent color. I guess you’re better with colors than I am,” said Tracy, laughing.
Josie worked in the Nail Haven at the Miami Pines Mall, and Tracy, Olivia, and Valerie were three of her most faithful customers. She often gave generous discounts on all the services, and, in turn, they tipped her extremely well.
Gazing at her nails, Tracy’s eyes fell to her wedding bands. Lately, she tried to avoid looking at them. Her involvement with Frank made noticing them a bad omen. You are still Reginald’s wife! they seemed to shout.
Everything was going to change now that Reginald would be home more. She and Frank were accustomed to being together on most of the nights Reginald spent in Orlando. What would they do now? She’d never needed to lie to Reggie about her whereabouts as long as he was away, but now, that would certainly be changing. She would definitely have to lie. She would have to lie a lot .
Tracy wondered if she could handle it…
Thanking Josie, she said goodbye and
It began to pour. Olivia was remotely aware of the pellets hitting her car. “Damn you, Sean Johnson! Damn you for making a fool of me! Oh, my God, oh, my God! Damn it!” she sobbed. “How could he do this to me? Why did he do this to me?”
Over and over she pounded the steering wheel with her fists, which were already tender from the beating she’d given Sean’s bedroom door. She bawled and screamed in an attempt to release the agony, but there was no stopping the painful onslaught. There was a dagger lodged in the pit of her stomach.
“I trusted you!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “I believed in you!” The screams reverberated through the car.
•
Forty-five minutes later , Olivia raised her head from the steering wheel. She removed tissue from her glove compartment. Once she cleaned her nose and face, she started the car and headed home in the pouring rain. She just wanted to get into bed, and when Sean called—because she knew he would—he would find that she had activated the call-block feature on her private line.
She tried her best to stop the incessant flow of tears as she turned onto Miami Lakes Drive. Although she was no longer wailing, tears poured uncontrollably down her cheeks, and she knew she looked like death.
Pulling into the driveway, she pressed the garage door opener. She was relieved to see that her mother’s Cherokee was not there, but prepared to encounter Valerie as she entered the kitchen from the garage.
As luck would have it, Valerie was in the kitchen, taking a slice of pizza from a Papa John’s box. “Hey, where’d you go? I ordered a fully loaded pizza,” said Valerie, not looking at Olivia long enough to notice her distressed state.
“I’m not hungry, Val. I’m turning in early,” replied Olivia in a drained tone. She rushed for the stairs, not giving Valerie enough time to comment.
Secured in her cozy pink room, she let the tears flow freely again. She rushed over to the caller ID, checking to see if Sean had called yet…although she knew he hadn’t, because he would have called her cell phone first.
How come he hasn’t called?
She went over to the stereo and put on a Color Me Bad CD. Then she dragged herself back over to the double doors and flipped the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. Finally, Olivia crawled into bed, curled into a fetal position, and sobbed into her pillow.
Chapter 9
T racy Brooks held her hand in the air and scrutinized her well-manicured nails. Her nail tech, Josie, had polished them in a light, glittery brown, and she was happy with the result. She hadn’t thought she would like the color, but once applied, it was beautiful. It went perfectly with her highlights.
“See? Didn’t I tell you this color would work?” said Josie with a smug grin on her face.
“Thanks, Josie. It’s an excellent color. I guess you’re better with colors than I am,” said Tracy, laughing.
Josie worked in the Nail Haven at the Miami Pines Mall, and Tracy, Olivia, and Valerie were three of her most faithful customers. She often gave generous discounts on all the services, and, in turn, they tipped her extremely well.
Gazing at her nails, Tracy’s eyes fell to her wedding bands. Lately, she tried to avoid looking at them. Her involvement with Frank made noticing them a bad omen. You are still Reginald’s wife! they seemed to shout.
Everything was going to change now that Reginald would be home more. She and Frank were accustomed to being together on most of the nights Reginald spent in Orlando. What would they do now? She’d never needed to lie to Reggie about her whereabouts as long as he was away, but now, that would certainly be changing. She would definitely have to lie. She would have to lie a lot .
Tracy wondered if she could handle it…
Thanking Josie, she said goodbye and
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